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the widow of nain.
She follows weeping to the grave her loved, her early dead,
And many a tear of sympathy by that sad group is shed,
For there the village youths are seen with whom he used to roam,
And mingle with the vintagers from toil returning home.
And many a tear of sympathy by that sad group is shed,
For there the village youths are seen with whom he used to roam,
And mingle with the vintagers from toil returning home.
A pause is made: a gentle voice falls on the mourner's ear;
Obedient to that mild command, they have laid down the bier;
Struck with astonishment, they bare the dead before His eyes,
As, bending o'er the shrouded one, He says, "Young man, arise."
Obedient to that mild command, they have laid down the bier;
Struck with astonishment, they bare the dead before His eyes,
As, bending o'er the shrouded one, He says, "Young man, arise."
A sudden glow darts through each vein, the ice of death is loosed,
His marble cheek is with a tinge of health and life suffused;
With adoration in its gaze, his re-illumined eye
Rests full upon the Saviour's face, which beams benignity.
His marble cheek is with a tinge of health and life suffused;
With adoration in its gaze, his re-illumined eye
Rests full upon the Saviour's face, which beams benignity.
